Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that ate your birthday cake.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Cock of the Walk
An Al Gore Campaign Button
A Non-Functional Furnace Knob taken as a souvenir from a Dorm Room
A lost soul
A handwritten note from Taylor Swift with several encouraging words
A Diamond Sword
The Question to the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything
A Type II Phaser
An earthworm
The Mighty Stone

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